Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!
Chapter 698 - 367 Assassin Arno_2

Chapter 698: Chapter 367 Assassin Arno_2

"Praise Your Majesty! Thank you for your generosity!"

The old Priest Teya immediately knelt down and paid his respects to His Majesty. Then, he stood up and eagerly shouted to the crowd.

"Devotee Arno! Come here quickly! His Majesty summons you!"

Upon hearing this, the person in the crowd named Axolotl shivered. He carefully lifted his head and saw hundreds of eyes looking at him. The village’s Canine Descendants, envious, consciously parted to the sides, clearing a path for the chieftain. In just a few breaths, he was exposed in front of everyone like a fish pulled out of the water by a rod.

Axolotl looked around, three hundred Armored Warriors, several valiant Great Generals. There was no hope of escaping now; trying would only result in being chopped into mincemeat. He took a deep breath, his expression calm, and slowly walked toward the King, still holding the sharp bronze hoe in his hand.

A hundred steps, fifty steps, thirty steps, ten steps... As Axolotl approached closer and closer, Bertade suddenly furrowed his brows.

"Hmm?"

He swiftly stepped forward, blocking in front of His Highness, and gripped the bronze sword at his waist.

"Put down the hoe, take off your cloak."

"Yes."

Axolotl paused, bowed with a hunched back, and nodded in agreement. He threw away the hoe, took off his cloak, revealing striking red hair and a face blackened with dirt.

"Hmm?! Red-haired Hunter?"

Bertade, with a clang, drew out the bronze sword, slanted it in front of him, ready to launch a deadly attack at any moment!

"Your Majesty, Arno is not the Red-haired Hunter! In the village, all the elite red-haired were conscripted by the legion."

The old Priest Teya quickly explained. Then, pointing to the crowd, he said with a smile.

"You see, without fierce jaguars in the mountains, the wild cats take charge themselves! After the tribes were completely disbanded, these village strong men dyed their hair red to pretend to be the battle-hardened Red-haired Hunters."

Bertade, hearing this, looked over, and indeed in the village’s hundreds of strong men, one or two hundred had dyed red hair. He slightly relaxed his vigilance, but still kept his intense gaze on Arno.

"Haha!"

Xiulote glanced and burst out laughing. He looked at the two chieftains beside him, jokingly said.

"Ozoma, Miwa, I didn’t think that in a mere thousand people, there would be so many red-haired! Previously, from your guards, many elites were conscripted, why not fill them with these red-haired?"

At this, Miwa scowled and shook his head repeatedly.

"Great Chief, these strong men are not even warriors, what use do I have for them? Look at their red color, it’s all messy, not pure at all, not the dyes from the Wilderness!"

"Respectable Great Chief, the warriors of the tribe have all been conscripted into the legion, these are merely ordinary strong men."

Ozoma spoke in agreement, but felt a bit of lament in his heart. A migration of seven hundred miles, the tribe was dissolved, and the tribal people were moved into the regimented settlement in the village, thus the laws of the Wilderness also collapsed. Were this on the Wilderness, if the strong men dared to do such things, they would surely be sent to the tribal hunting grounds, and wouldn’t live a year!

Upon hearing Ozoma’s voice, Axolotl instantly got goosebumps, shivering nervously. He then recognized among the great generals wearing bronze helmets, was the damn Red Monkey Chieftain! The shameless Red Monkey wasn’t dead, and had been following closely behind the God of Death Great Chief!

"Arno, how can you come to meet His Majesty with such a dirty face? Go quickly to the well and wash your face clean!"

The old Priest Teya glanced at Arno, scolded out loud. Then, he respectfully paid his respects to the King.

"Your Majesty, please forgive Arno’s disrespect..."

"No matter!"

Xiulote smiled and waved his hand. He turned to the peasant-dressed leader of the Guajili, speaking gently.

"Arno, you need not be tense. I have heard that you devoutly worship the Chief Divine, study scriptures, and within a month, could memorize the Book of Ama Colley?"

"Your Majesty, praise you! I had only memorized parts of the Chapters..."

Axolotl spoke with a deliberately hoarse voice, cautiously saying.

"Oh? Then recite the sections you remember."

Xiulote smiled and nodded, feeling a fondness for the honest and simple chieftain before him.

"...Heaven and earth are dark and yellow, the vast universe in chaos. Those who follow divine spirits shall ascend to Heaven, ever enjoying peace. Those who defy divine spirits shall sink into the Abyss, transform into Jin Shi, never to be freed... You must believe in our god Huitzilopochtli, His might is boundless, from the past to the future, controlling all that exists, until the day of doom arrives..."

"...The sun and the moon wax and wane, the stars align in order. The Chief Divine manages the changes of the celestial bodies, grants the world the sunlight for survival, reveals the truth of the world through the moon and stars, and teaches the truth to the servants of God..."

Axolotl stammered as he recited, trying his best to appear ordinary. After reciting two sections, he quickly shook his head, signaling that he could remember no more.

"Arno, why have you memorized so little!"

Seeing this, the old Priest Teya became somewhat anxious. He reached out his aged hand, seizing Arno’s arm as if clutching their only hope.

"Last time, when you saw me, you recited more than a dozen sections!"

"I... seeing His Majesty... got nervous... forgot... couldn’t recall..."

Axolotl trembled as he responded, his expression uncomfortably embarrassed.

"Hmm..."

Xiulote slightly frowned and fell silent in thought. Arno’s performance was clearly far from the grace of the Chief Divine. However, the kingdom indeed needed a devout Canine Descendant Priest, to serve as an exemplary propagandist, creating a breakthrough in the faith amongst the Canine Descendants. After pondering for a moment, Xiulote made up his mind. He smiled at Teya and said.

"Wisdom can be taught later on, abilities can be supplemented through education. But only devout faith is the sole path to the divine light of the Chief Divine! Priest Teya, your recommendation of the devout believer Arlo is excellent. In the eyes of the Chief Divine, he is completely qualified to become the kingdom’s Second Level Preaching Priest!"

"Ah! Your Majesty, thank you for your generosity! Arno will surely devote his life to the Chief Divine!..."

The old Priest Teya’s face lit up with joy, he quickly knelt on the ground. As a representative among the Guajili Canine Descendants, Arno had just become a priest at the second level, standing directly at the end of his struggles. However, at this moment, he bore no jealousy, only full hearted delight. His old face broke into a smile as he reached out to pull the stunned Arno.

"Arno, won’t you quickly kneel and pay homage to His Majesty!"

"Uh..."

Axolotl then came to his senses. He had only recited two sections and now he had become a Second Level Priest of the Cactus Tribe? The rules of the Cactus Tribe were truly perplexing. As he pondered laboriously, he knelt down, repeating the old priest’s words.

"Praise Your Majesty! Thank you for your generosity! I will surely devote my life to the Chief Divine!..."

Xiulote watched with a satisfied smile as Arno knelt. Although the man seemed not the brightest, his honesty, simplicity, and devout obedience were rare, and it was no wonder that Priest Teya found such a candidate. Anyhow, Teya’s village was well managed, and with the merit of his recommendation, he truly deserved to be promoted to Second Level. With this thought, the King cleared his throat and declared.

"Priest Teya, you have done very well. The divine light of the Chief Divine shines upon you, from today onwards, you are the kingdom’s Second Level Preaching Priest..."

Not far away, Ozoma furrowed his brows. He stared at Arno, who was kneeling before him, always feeling an uncanny familiarity. The Red Monkey Chieftain’s gaze swept back and forth over Arno, finally resting on his red hair. His expression gradually grew grave.

"This hair... this color... This is a dye from the Wilderness! He is indeed a Red Monkey Hunter!"

Ozoma was startled. An elite Red Monkey Hunter, feigning ignorance and getting within three steps of His Majesty, now kneeling on the ground, his hands’ movements unclear... What could he be planning?!

With this thought, Ozoma shuddered and quickly made a decision. He suddenly stepped forward, under the bewildered and guarded eyes of the Head Warrior, kicked Arno to the ground. Then, "Bang," he drew his War Club from his waist, pointing it directly at Arno’s throat.

"Your Majesty, he is an assassin!"